The Wolf and His Mate

by hidinginahatbox

"Don't hit him Harry!" "Why would I hit my mate, Remus? You know me better than that." Harry and Draco have been hiding their relationship since their first year, and Harry is surprised and upset to find him in his kitchen tied up and bruised. Harry is a werewolf, Draco will be turned soon. Top!Dark notevil !Dom!Harry Bottom!Dark innocentlyso !Sub!Draco SLASH! NO LEMON

Don't own Harry Potter and this goes for the duration of this story and my life. J

Harry Potter had just walked into the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, stumbling upon an Order meeting, to get a bottle of butter beer when the most surprising thing assaulted his vision.

Draco Malfoy was sitting in one of the chairs, with his hands tied behind his back, has legs tied to those of the chairs and was seemingly being interrogated. His lip was bloody and he had the start of a dark bruise upon his aristocratic cheek bone.

"What the hell is going on? Why is he here?" Harry exclaimed as he walked towards the Malfoy heir. "He's not a Death Eater, or a sympathizer…"

It was Molly Weasley who answered his inquisitions, or at least partially justified why Draco was there, "Of course he is! He's a Malfoy! They are all rotten!"

Harry kept walking closer towards Draco, their eyes never leaving one another. The large raven haired teen raised an eyebrow at the smaller male in a silent question, to which the blond responded with a slow nod of his head. Harry then raised his hand,

"Don't hit him, Harry!" Remus protested, assuming Harry was raising his hand to strike the lithe blond. What surprised him though, was when Harry instead stroked Draco's cheek with the familiarity of a long time lover.

"Why would I hit my mate, Remus? Surely you know me better than that?" The broad shouldered teen responded as he leaned down to untie Draco's feet, then around him to untie his hands. Harry pulled Draco up and took the blonds' hands in his own and inspected the raw wrists and when he was done there he brought the pale teen closer to study the wounds on his face.

"They hurt you, love. What shall you have me do, hmm? Ignore it and assume they will know better? Or shall I rip the one who bruised your beautiful skin to pieces? Hm, Dragon?"

So there it is…I am going to try and write this story! I think I will need a beta, and as I have no clue how that goes…. I could use some help

This will be M because there will be mature themes in it.

THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THEN DO NOT READ!

There will be innuendos and such but no lemons/lime/citrus

Sorry but with all the increase in monitoring I don't want to risk anything and I have never written a lemon, let alone a slash.

My first slash and this is the prologue, so be nice!